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psalm_onethirtyoneRight now, I will personally sell my soul to whosoever will write me Sebastian/Antonio. I will. Promise.
In other news, Stoneybridge was crazy to-day. O_o Charlie informed me that if I counted the number of letters in Ronald Wilson Reagan's name, I got 666. To which I can only say, Charlie, that is dreadfully, um, 'insightful' of you. *g* He's sweet, though.
Anna and I talked about meditating; Erla still thinks her stuffed cat is alive, but on the plus side, she doesn't think it's a hyena any more; Mary-Stella is taking over my job as well as my name -_-. Linda said I should visit Bessie to-day because Bessie likes talking about her restaurant.
Me: Just talk about her restaurant?
Linda: Sure! She'll totally love it! She'll talk and talk!
Me: So, she's like Charlie and Gladys. I can do that. No problem.
Bessie: *is asleep*
Me: Um, hi.
Bessie: Dude, you totally just woke me up.
Me: You had a restaurant?
Bessie: Dude, you woke me up to ask about my restaurant? I didn't even know I had--Oh, wait, yeah. That one. "Sparkly's", I called it. Yeah. They tore it down and built something over it.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Bessie: Gimme a backrub, kid.
I am not forgiving Linda in a hurry. Gnnff.
Waen still making me feel bad. Shall endeavour to ignore her. Meh.
...Shall think nice Sebastian/Antonio thoughts. Shall, shall, shall.
In other news, Stoneybridge was crazy to-day. O_o Charlie informed me that if I counted the number of letters in Ronald Wilson Reagan's name, I got 666. To which I can only say, Charlie, that is dreadfully, um, 'insightful' of you. *g* He's sweet, though.
Anna and I talked about meditating; Erla still thinks her stuffed cat is alive, but on the plus side, she doesn't think it's a hyena any more; Mary-Stella is taking over my job as well as my name -_-. Linda said I should visit Bessie to-day because Bessie likes talking about her restaurant.
Me: Just talk about her restaurant?
Linda: Sure! She'll totally love it! She'll talk and talk!
Me: So, she's like Charlie and Gladys. I can do that. No problem.
Bessie: *is asleep*
Me: Um, hi.
Bessie: Dude, you totally just woke me up.
Me: You had a restaurant?
Bessie: Dude, you woke me up to ask about my restaurant? I didn't even know I had--Oh, wait, yeah. That one. "Sparkly's", I called it. Yeah. They tore it down and built something over it.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Bessie: Gimme a backrub, kid.
I am not forgiving Linda in a hurry. Gnnff.
Waen still making me feel bad. Shall endeavour to ignore her. Meh.
...Shall think nice Sebastian/Antonio thoughts. Shall, shall, shall.
